Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting. [?]

must’ve been a brain fart. Got

speechless, […]

and nobody

– [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a

aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien

through the pages with

had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some

to double down on her efforts.

when Lorna brought her a cup of milk and

to good advice, nodded in agreement.

when a new message popped up

why are you asking about

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

response came quickly, No way. Is

[Yes, do you know him?]

for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real

distance? They hadn’t even been

replying. I can’t stay away from him,

thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But how could she

she could decide, Louie replied, [Why?]

moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do

Louie went silent.

another ten minutes, but still no message. Was

returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we

knew. He

hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said

a single

as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in the

stared at the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What could he

familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered, greeted her,

the nocturnal stillness, somehow more

can’t sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night